Sharpshooter

"Moving to the right..."

Ryoshu's mind swiftly translated the command into action, though his movements were deliberate, almost cautious. Each step was measured as a calculated response to the impending threat.

"Shift left and advance ten steps..."

Over ten minutes of relentless sprinting had left Ryoshu's stamina teetering on the edge of exhaustion. It felt like an unseen specter was chasing him down, urging him to push beyond his limits. In this virtual realm, the sensation was akin to being pursued by a Grade C Slime, relentless and unforgiving.

Despite the mounting fatigue, Ryoshu's sharp memory served him well, enabling him to deftly evade the boss's attacks. However, the exertion had taken its toll, and he had exhausted all charges of the Time Bullet skill, leaving him with no recourse but to grant himself a fleeting moment of respite. It was a calculated risk, allowing his mind to recover even as his body begged for rest.

Thankfully, the boss's combat patterns remained unchang
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